#its hot

So Jack kisses him a little more, starts moving down his neck, and Robby's pulling at him, hissing "Let him rest, Jack, he's tired, he's-"

He's getting hard, actually. Dennis's cock is twitching, much to their delight, because of course they put him into bed naked, he gets so sweaty when he's drunk. That was the reason.

"Gotta take care of our boy," Jack mumbles to his husband who's a bit mesmerized at the way Dennis looks to them for pleasure even while he's unconscious. Always wants his daddy and his sir, always trusts them to take care of them.

Dennis never wakes fully, and he's always whining.

"Tired, not now-"

"Just go back to sleep, baby, you're fine"

"Too much-"

"You can take it, sweetheart, just let daddy fill you up-"

"Such a good boy for us, denny baby"

"Daddy's got you, sir's got you, don't gotta do nothing but lay there, that's it, sweet baby puppy-"

And when Dennis wakes up a few hours later, covered in fluids, hole still leaking cum while Jack and Robby sleep peacefully beside him?

***

               The clicking of your heels against the marble floor reverberated off of the walls of the VoxTek CEO office. "You have a meeting at 10 with Odette Carmine, a live interview with Katie Killjoy at 11 through about 12:30, but I left your lunch open; per Valentino's request." You were pacing as you spoke- a habit you'd been working to break- behind your boss as he looked out of the large glass window, overlooking the city. You paid him no attention; your mind was busy.

                One arm was folded behind his back and another brought a steaming cup of coffee up to his mouth. You paused for a second, flipped a page of the small planner in your hands, and the clicking noise returned as you resumed pacing. "You have a public appearance in the town square at 2, a meeting with Velvette about love potion marketing at 3:30, and then you're free until 5, when you'll-"

               Vox sat his cup on his nearby desk and spun around, a strained smile on his face. "You're pacing again. You know how that irks me, dear." His voice was cheerful as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "You know. I think it's quite a waste of talent for you to be doing this.. mediocre job." He reached out with his other hand and pulled the planner from your grasp, tossing it onto your desk. "I beg your pardon, Sir?" You asked, attempting to move back a bit as your boss shifted closer to you. 

               "I mean, you really are a great assistant; I just feel that you'd be more suited to... run thi-" He was cut off as the door flung open and Valentino walked in, hurling a glass in the both of your direction. Vox quickly moved you out of the way as the glass shattered against the window. "That twinky FUCK thinks he can just-" More glass shattering as he grabbed a small décor table and threw it. "I fucking made him!" He growled, tugging at the edges of his hat. "We'll continue this conversation later." He practically whispered into your ear as he walked past, sending an unwanted chill down your spine. 

               Vox began to tend to the explosive Valentino as you quickly grabbed your planner and shuffled to a corner of the room. Valentino didn't like you much, and you'd assumed it was due to Vox's recent behavior towards you. You'd worked for him for 2 years now, but about a week ago he'd suddenly promoted you from receptionist directly to his personal assistant- which hadn't even been a job position previously.

             While the obvious feelings weren't reciprocated, you didn't necessarily mind Vox's attention until you went to knock on his door the day before yesterday and saw the screens through the ajar door. He had multiple cameras in your apartment, including your bathroom. You didn't quite know what to do, so you just knocked on the door like you usually would and entered the office. He quickly clicked the boxes away, and the screens changed to a bouncing screensaver.

          His gaze was never a comforting thing after that, but it was even worse when you'd finally gotten to be alone in his office and looked at the screens. There were 2 other female employees that he'd been watching and you'd made your mind up right then; you were going to finish this week and then quit. 

           You stood quietly as Valentino threw a tantrum over Angel Dust, one of his models. Valentino was getting angrier, and walked over to his gun safe. "Which one looks the sexiest?" You rolled your eyes as he asked the question, and Vox chuckled. "What are you doing, Val?" He paused, and his face shifted. "You're not going over there." It was practically a threat, and you could feel the building tension.

          Valentino was mumbling something as Vox grabbed his shoulder, pulling him to face him. "Val!" His voice heavily distorted and his screen brightness momentarily maxed out, forcing Valentino to focus on him. Valentino yanked his shoulders away from Vox, "Oh, do not give me that shit." Valentino's face shifted to mischief. "Besides, the Radio Demon is there too." He said, his voice sing-song. 

           Your eyes widened and you looked away for a second, composing yourself. You'd heard a thing or two about the rivalry between Vox and the Radio Demon, but never enough to really understand why. Vox's antenna sparked and he let out a distorted laugh. "What did you just say?" His voice was dangerous. 

           "Yeah, he's been hanging out with Hell's Princess-a." One pair of Valentino's arms folded across his stomach as he lit a cigarette with his free hands. "Alastor is back," Vox got closer to Valentino, "and he's with Lucifer's daughter," He took another step, and grabbed a fist-full of Valentino's fur. "and that wasn't the first FUCKING THING YOU TOLD ME?" Valentino casually pulled Vox's hand out of his fur.

           "Oh, please. You've got cameras everywhere, you should have seen him by now. I guess you've just been so busy with your new toy.." Valentino looked past Vox and locked eyes with you, his face dulling. You looked away, and shuffled uncomfortably. Vox began to pace, earning a quiet scoff from you. "Y/n, cancel my meetings and take the day off, I have some.. things to attend to." He glanced apologetically to you, but you just nodded and left the room.

          You checked your watch; it was just after 9am, which was when you usually went out to grab Vox a coffee refill. You decided that a coffee sounded good, so you went to your office and put your planner down. After cancelling Vox's day, you left the building and had began to walk when it hit you. Alastor, the Radio Demon, was back. You shuddered, thinking of the stories you'd heard. You'd been in Hell for 3 years, but nothing had shocked you quite as much as the stories of a sinner, overthrowing Overlord after Overlord until he climbed to the top.

           Of course, that left the question; why leave? Especially then and where did he go?  You'd barely made it half a block from VoxTek when you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You stopped and turned around, checking your surroundings. As you turned back, something forced itself over your eyes and over your mouth. You tried to yell, clawing at the object covering your eyes. 

            You began to grow a bit taller and horns began to grow from the top of your head, but suddenly you were pulled against something tall and warm. Strong arms wrapped themselves around you, and moving became very difficult. "While the effort is quite entertaining, I suggest you stop struggling." The static soaked voice invaded your mind, and you froze. Terror tore through your veins as you realized that it was in fact, the Radio Demon. "Much better."

          Your breathing stopped for a moment as it felt as though you were falling, very quickly. The atmosphere was immediately different, and the air was cool. Almost cold. You yelped, but it came out as a muffled groan. "Now, now. Don't get ahead of yourself, my dear." He chuckled, and suddenly it felt as though there were hands wrapped around your wrists and ankles. You were lifted up off of the floor and your arms were lifted above your head. Your face flushed red; your shirt was made with a cleavage window, and you could feel your breasts being pushed together. 

            "What's your name, darling?" Every word he spoke seemed to flood you, the numb buzzing of static overtaking you. The object over your mouth moved out of the way, and you licked your lips to help the dry sensation. "Y-Y/n, what-" Your eyes were uncovered in an instant, and you were face to face with him. His eyes were bright, glowing red and his lips were pulled into an ear-to-ear grin, which twitched and momentarily exposed a bit of black gums. 

              "And you know who I am, yes?" He slid his tongue over his top row of pointed teeth, pulling it back into his mouth with a soft pop. "..A-" You tried, so hard, to form the word. Of fucking course you knew who he was, but the rate in which your chest rose and fell- paired with his eyes pouring into your very being- was making you lightheaded. "Hm?" He tilted his head, his ears shifting from the motion. "Ala-" You gritted your teeth and closed your eyes, "Alastor." 

              Alastor let out a small laugh, grabbing your chin. "What a smart girl." Another hand found your waist, and your eyes snapped open. You looked up and your arms, realizing that you were being suspended by black, smoky tendrils. You looked down at his gloved hand against your waist, and your entire body twitched a bit. His hand alone was massive against your small body, and you realized you were off of the ground at least 2 feet- and eye level. Your eyes flicked to his, which hadn't left your face. 

           "You know," He began, and started to walk slowly around you, his hand still on your waist. "It's quite rare for someone to make me feel something." When he made it back around, he was unbuttoning his red tailcoat. "Unfortunately, that comes with a price." An unwanted heat travelled down your stomach and between your legs. You pulled against the restraints, but they didn't falter. You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking of an escape route. This had to stop. You were much too pent up; even with your sex toys, you couldn't quite scratch the lustful itch you had. 

        After all, you'd not been fucked since you were alive.

        The foreign feeling of your stomach doing flips absolutely terrified you as you watched the Radio Demon slip his coat off and lay it over a chair. You looked at his coat, then noticed that the chair was against a control panel. You were in his infamous radio tower. "Oh- oh my god-" You struggled against the restraints again, but they tightened. Alastor let out a demented laugh, "You'll not find him here." 

         Was he going to kill you? Was he going to fuck you and then kill you? The thought of him fucking into you sent a disturbing jolt down to your heat, and you bit into your cheek again. You bit too hard, and you felt your teeth split the flesh. Your mouth began to pool with blood, and you let out a shaky exhale. Alastor inhaled deeply, his eyes flicking to you. Your heart began to pound against your chest as he walked closer and grabbed your face. 

         He raised an eyebrow quizzically before bringing his face close to yours, his nails slightly digging into your flesh through the gloves. You tried to whine in protest, but his tongue flicked over your lip before he forced his mouth onto yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He exhaled and grunted the second your blood coated his tongue, and he pressed his body against yours. 

          You tried to be disgusted. You tried to want to pull away, but the way his tongue lapped against the inside of your mouth filled you with morbid arousal. When he pulled away, his lips were glistening with red, thick blood. He licked his lips and brought a hand to your lower back. "I must say, I was originally trying to piss Vox off," He pulled a glove off and extended a sharp, charcoal colored finger towards your mouth. He wiped the corner of your mouth and brought his hand to his own mouth, licking the remaining blood from his finger. 

            "but I do believe this is for me, now." He waved a hand and in an instant, your arms were brought down to your sides and a bit behind you. The tendrils around your ankles hand moved up to the bend in your knees, and your legs had been bent and spread. "Are you-" Your breath hitched as he gently placed a hand on your thigh. "-going to kill me?" Your voice was shaking, and you'd half-way hoped he'd say yes. 

              "Mm, that depends.. Are you going to be good?" His voice was deadly, and the static seemed to thicken. He didn't give you time to answer and ever-so-slightly grazed your clothed heat with his finger. Your hips jerked forward, and you mentally begged God to take you out right then and there.

               Alastor didn't say anything, but his smile tightened as he brought a clawed finger to the collar of your dress. "Wai-" One quick drag and your dress was on the floor, a flawless cut down the center. His nail had just barely made contact with your skin, but there was a small cut just above your breast. The blood trickled down your breast and over your nipple. 

            "P-Please-" You tried to beg, but his mouth was over the cut in an instant, licking up the blood. His mouth trailed down onto your breast where he began to peck and nip at your flesh, and then he moved to your nipple. He used his tongue to guide it into his mouth, and he flicked and swirled his tongue until it was clean. He continued for a few seconds after the taste of blood had left his mouth, and then pulled away from your breast.

              You released air that you didn't realize you were holding. He locked eyes with you again, and removed his other glove. He grabbed your thigh with one hand and your upper back with the other, then dug his nails into your flesh as he pulled himself against you and sunk his teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder. Blood poured out of the corners of his mouth and down your chest, and a muted scream tore itself from you. 

              After a moment, he moved to your other shoulder, and bit you again. This time wasn't as hard, but you still felt the uncomfortable pop of your skin splitting, followed by wet warmth. You yelped and tried to jerk away from him, but he dug his nails in harder, then pulled away from your shoulder. His pupils had changed- bright red radio dials against a dark void, and blood was dripping down his chin. 

              He lowered himself and licked his lips, now level with your thigh. He flashed you an unreadable look, before quickly leaning in and biting again. You bit down on your own lip as his teeth sunk into you gently, enough to break skin but not quite forceful enough to really hurt. Your stomach did another flip, and you had to look away. He licked and nipped at the sensitive flesh before moving up higher, and biting again. 

              This time he didn't break skin, just flicked his tongue over his teeth indents. Your leg jerked, but not away. Your mind was beginning to go into overdrive; you should not be reacting like this. Alastor stood up and studied you. The tips of your ears were pink, but your pupils were still blown out from absolute fear- which caused his already excited cock to twitch. "Are you afraid?" The question was absolutely rhetorical. 

                 You didn't really know how to respond, but decided that you couldn't go wrong with honesty. "..yes." His eyes flashed with something, only for a second. It wasn't.. dark, or evil. It was gone within in instant, and he pulled you closer. "Afraid of what?" He was so close that you could smell coffee and copper on his breath. You inhaled shakily, "You." That, unfortunately, seemed to be what he was after. His antlers began to grow, and he grew a few inches taller. "Good." 

                You were moved again, this time you were leaned back a bit, still held by the tendrils. Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly as he undid his belt, his eyes trained on you. Your eyes travelled to his hands, and you could see a tent in his black jeans. You looked away, the coiling heat in your chest was terrible, and you couldn't ignore it. It felt so, so wrong, but you wanted it anyways- and that made you feel so sickly aroused you could hardly stand it. You knew he'd know, too. 

                He brought a hand to your clothed cunt, and gently began to slide his finger up and down your heat. Your arousal quickly soaked through your underwear, and Alastor began to shake his head. "My goodness, I suppose you can't be that afraid. You're already a mess and I've hardly damaged you." You shuddered as you heard a quiet snap, and your heat was exposed to cool air. 

               You wanted to defend yourself, but your mind was wiped clean as he slipped a finger into you. You involuntarily clenched around it and lifted your hips a little. He removed his finger from your tight hole, and you accidentally whined. How embarrassing. "My, my. I really am going to fucking break you, aren't I?" You couldn't force yourself to look at him- until he slammed his cock into you with such force it took your breath away. As you recollected your oxygen, a low, soft moan escaped you. 

              At this point, what were you to do? You couldn't get away, and you couldn't fight. Even if you could, would you really want to? He fills you so nicely.. 

               You were dragged away from your thoughts as he pulled out and thrusted back into you, harder than before. You tried to move away from him, but he dug his nails into your thighs. "You're not going anywhere, darling." He began to ruthlessly fuck into you, slamming against your cervix. One of his hands slid up your body and onto your neck, where he held your throat just tight enough for you to feel the pressure as he tormented your cunt with his cock. 

                 You'd been trying so hard to keep it in- grunting and breathing heavily. The demon fucking into you seemed to notice this, and a small black tendril manifested from his shadow. You'd been doing so, so good about distracting yourself; up until the tendril made contact with your clit and began to viciously circle it. 

                 Your eyes closed again as a moan rushed past your lips. The sound seemed to pour gasoline on the fire within Alastor, and he sped up. You moans were unfiltered now, the noise shaky from the way your body was bouncing. The fact that you couldn't move your arms was beginning to bother you- you needed to hold onto something and clenching your fists wasn't cutting it.

                "Ple-please- ngh.." You breathed, begging. "..my arms-"  You moaned again, Alastor's hold on your neck tightening. He immediately decided no, but as he looked at you; unravelling against him, he found it within himself to show you a hint of mercy. Your arms were released, but you were now shoved up against the wall. One of the tendrils lifted your leg, opening your cunt more and allowing him to fuck deeper inside of you. His pace quickened and your eyes flicked to his, another moan forcing itself out of you.

           His pupils were back to their usual red, but they were darker and strands of his red hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. His teeth were slightly parted and you could feel his panting breath against your face. The tendril assaulting your clit stopped for a few seconds, drawing a whine out of you. Alastor's grin twitched as the tendril resumed, the pace double what it was before. Your entire body spasmed, and that's when you knew he had you.

          What you hadn't noticed, was that Alastor had began broadcasting to VoxTek Inc. Every device in the building capable of producing audio now played the sounds of flesh smacking together and heavy, shallow breathing.

           You slammed your head back against the wall and your hands shot out, grabbing ahold of his antlers as a loud, whining moan filled the room. He wasn't expecting that, and it made his cock twitch within you. His strokes were getting longer, and his hold on your neck tightened. "What an absolutely lovely cunt you have, my dear." He inhaled through gritted teeth, his own heart beginning to pound against his chest. The compliment was genuine, but he sounded fucking scary. 

          "A-Alastor-" You whined, an unfamiliar sensation building in your mind and body. It wasn't but 5 seconds after that your phone- which had been on the floor next to your dress- lit up, an incoming video call from Vox. Alastor used his magic to get your phone. "Let's see just how much of a good girl you are." He flipped the phone so the screen was facing you. His hips didn't stop crashing into yours. 

            "Answer it."

           You shakily removed a hand from his antlers and pressed the green button. Vox's face filled the screen, and he immediately became infuriated. You tried to bring your hand to cover your face, but Alastor gently grabbed your wrist and guided his hand back to his antler. "What the fuck is going on??" Vox seethed. You opened your mouth to speak, which was dumb, because the rate that Alastor was still fucking into you had you seeing stars, and you simply moaned. 

        Your face turned crimson, but then you remembered the cameras. You shot Alastor a pleading look, who tilted his head and squinted his eyes a bit. He flipped the phone around. "Salutations! It's good to be back on the air." Alastor teased, but his lips twitched again and the sweat was rolling down the sides of his face and over his nose. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? She's mine, you fucking prick!" 

            That did something to you. Despite Alastor, a very strongly feared demon deliciously brutalizing your guts, hearing Vox call you 'his' twisted you up in a very distasteful way. You really didn't even really have to think about it before you said it. "No-" You moaned again, and Alastor's eyes flicked to yours. Impossibly, he could see underneath it all- you were afraid of Vox, and surely you had a reason. Alastor's eyes turned to dials again, not moving from your face. "Let's make a deal." Vox slammed his fists into his desk, shattering your phone screen from the inside out. 

            "Do not make a fucking deal with him, Y/n! I swear to fucking-" Alastor turned the phone down, sat it on his control panel and angled it so that Vox could hardly see your legs; but he could see Alastor's full frame as he fucked you. Your moans were getting shaky now that Vox was out of your face. His thrusts slowed a bit, and you were able to form coherent thoughts. 

             "I'll give you total and complete protection from any demon, in exchange for your eternal devotion." Alastor surprised even himself- he had planned on asking for your body, to own and fuck you whenever he pleased. You looked at him, shell-shocked. Devotion? Eternal? You looked over at the phone, but the screen was black. You looked back at Alastor, and he stopped fucking into your incredibly warm cunt. "I'm not going to kill you. I would've done that much earlier if I wanted to." His voice was almost playful. The switch-up was confusing, but the thought of being under Vox's virtual thumb was scarier than you'd expected.

               "Deal." 

            Normally when demons deal with souls, it's sealed with a handshake. Alastor, however, pressed his cock as far as he could into you, grabbed a fistful of your hair, and bit down on the side of your neck. In an instant, green flames surrounded the both of you. Alastor grabbed your hand, and pulled it away from his antlers as they grew unimaginably large. His cock twitched and throbbed inside of you, but the magic.

          Dark, evil static flooded your veins and you felt like you were being crushed under the weight of his power. The worst part was the way your cunt seized up around Alastor, practically locking him in place. You tried to fight it, but the overwhelming power flowing through you heightened every sense in your body. "Relax-" Alastor seethed, becoming overwhelmed with the throbbing of your cunt around him. 

         You tried your best to release and the second he could move, Alastor began to ruthlessly fuck into you again. Your nails found his shoulders and neck as you clawed helplessly against him, leaving welts and burning lines. He hardly minded, and found it quite thrilling when your nails would catch his flesh at just the right angle and scratch him open, drawing his blood. Your legs were beginning to tremble, and your moans were getting impatient. 

          "Alast- fuck-" You struggled to catch your breath between his thrusts and your moans, and your hands found his hair. "Please-" He placed a finger on your clit, rubbing in a slow circular motion. God, it was so good. Your breath began to hitch and he leaned forward, his mouth next to your ear. "Come undone, my pet." It was a demand that you were more than willing to comply with.

          He gave one good flick over your clit with his thumb, and began to suck on your neck in a way that he could feel your heartbeat against his lips. Your body jerked and a guttural, animalistic moan forced itself out of you. As he fucked you through your high, you could feel an extra weight on your neck, but you simply couldn't focus on anything other than the ungodly pleasure coursing through you're entirety. 

        You'd barely began to recollect your thoughts when you felt his cock twitch once, then twice, and then he buried his face into your neck as he spilled his seed into you, still slowly dragging in and out of your cunt. When he finally lifted up off of you, you realized that in his hand was a green chain that was attached to a thick, green collar around your neck. Your face flushed deep red as you actually processed what happened. 

          "I- oh my.." Alastor couldn't help but laugh. "Hm? Didn't think you'd enjoy yourself that much?" The tendrils released your legs, and Alastor lowered you to the ground. There was no walking happening. "I just-" You exhaled, a nervous chuckle slipping past your lips. You looked at the marks all over his neck and bit your lip. "There's definitely a reason I'm in Hell." You looked away, embarrassed. "No need to be ashamed, my dear." He fixed his pants, smoothed his suit and began to put his coat back on. "You really are quite a treat."

             Alastor stood straight, his ear twitching. His smile turned vicious as he looked back down at you, who was looking curiously as the translucent chains. "Well, it appears we have a very angry sentient television heading this way."

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heyy, i hope you guys liked this!! this is the longest oneshot i have ever written, and i was apart of the 2017 wattpademic- if that means anything LMAO.

•° part two °•